Under Duan Rong's divine sense detection, he found that on the third-floor attic was an old man with white hair. This person was at the realm of True Qi Realm Great Perfection.
Duan Rong moved silently, heading toward the attic. After taking a few steps and getting closer, he could already hear the faint snoring with his ears.
Duan Rong stood silently at the door of the attic. Through the thin wooden door, the snoring inside was already quite clear.
A flash of primordial Qi appeared at his fingertips, and with a gentle swipe, the door latch made a rustling sound and broke!
At this moment, Duan Rong's figure suddenly sprang up!
Like a phantom in the dark, as the wooden door creaked, Duan Rong's left hand formed a claw and firmly grasped the old man's throat, while his right hand, with a touch of primordial Qi, struck the old man's Dantian.
